Fake sugar
“Swing your partner, do-si-do, You’re looking good in a sugar coat” Beth Ditto I. Like all the legendary stories told at awkward dinner parties, this one began long before any of us started studying in Copenhagen. It is because a long time ago in our quarter, where I started to live with Jas, there used to be a gigantic sugar factory. It produced enormous sugar loaves, and later, at the brink of the century when the fashion changed, simple elegant sugar cubes. The factory walked hand in hand with the eventual progress of the ages, with the emergence of diabetes and various illnesses well-known today; it initiated the production of artificial sweeteners. Then it closed, almost 30 years ago, not needed anymore: people began to prefer healthy lifestyles and they replaced sugar in gulrotkake with honey. Nobody cared about la dolce vita anymore, furthermore, green activists decided (or as politicians prefer to say, alas, it is the people who have decided), that the area of the factory migh